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whiski_sourLiterally, you walked in the front doors this weekend and you swore someone was hiding a city dump somewhere in softlines.
This past weekend was "summer extravaganza". We got to wear shorts if we wanted to, which I didn't because I didn't feel my shorts were work appropriate so I wore blue jean capris instead (okay they were really just a pair of jeans with legs rolled up, but it had the same effect), and they had some fresh produce by the front door. There were potatoes, onions, sweet corn, musk melons, and watermelons. And the musk melons were ripe. Oh yeah.
And we kept finding them all over the store. People would pick up a damn melon, wander around with it, decide they didn't want to eat something that smelled like an old garbage can, and just put it down anywhere.
So, yeah, that was the highlight of my day. Wandering garbage melons.
This past weekend was "summer extravaganza". We got to wear shorts if we wanted to, which I didn't because I didn't feel my shorts were work appropriate so I wore blue jean capris instead (okay they were really just a pair of jeans with legs rolled up, but it had the same effect), and they had some fresh produce by the front door. There were potatoes, onions, sweet corn, musk melons, and watermelons. And the musk melons were ripe. Oh yeah.
And we kept finding them all over the store. People would pick up a damn melon, wander around with it, decide they didn't want to eat something that smelled like an old garbage can, and just put it down anywhere.
So, yeah, that was the highlight of my day. Wandering garbage melons.
